@"King"
Murphy glared up at the sun from the ever shrinking shade of one of the tall trees that outlined the courtyard. It wasn't that he blamed the sun for shining, nor did he blame the weather for not providing any eye-sparing cloud cover, but after a total of 6 hours of sleep over the past three days he was sure as hell going to be annoyed at something. He took another drag from his cigarette andwatched the students flooding by as the bell rang, releasing them for the afternoon. If his intelligence was right, Milk should be passing through here any moment now like clockwork.
The woman had been a constant anomaly in his life in the short time he'd been at the school. On his first day here she'd been the one to show him around which had lead her to physically carry him to the infirmary after he'd... well what he'd done wasn't important. Though after a minor altercation regarding weaponry he'd made the mistake of saying something that was counter to something that she held as a core belief. He didn't know what happened to cause the reaction, but there had been a fire burning behind those big, brown eyes of hers; a complete change from her usual monotonous countenance and voice. What had escalated the situation from surprising to scary had been what happened to her body concurrently. He understood that her power was something to do with strength and by her name, probably bones, but something had writhed and bubbled just beneath her skin when she lost her temper. Something that made her seem horrible and inhuman.
Despite his best attempts to let it go, the encounter still bothered him. Every time he closed his eyes or tried to sleep, he was haunted by that single intense moment of rage burning in her eyes and the angry twisting of muscle and bone beneath her dusky skin. For anybody else he would have simply walked away from the situation and let them be, but something kept nagging him about Milk in particular. Her entire being ran contrary to his. She was strong, he was weak. She was a bastion of calm until she exploded into a ball of fury, whereas he wore his emotions on his sleeve and put on the breaks when things went wrong. She was brutally honest and he was, well, not. She was a rock in the river of chaos that was his life. Hopefully the few days that had passed would be sufficient time for her to forgive him... hopefully.
Murphy glared up at the sun from the ever shrinking shade of one of the tall trees that outlined the courtyard. It wasn't that he blamed the sun for shining, nor did he blame the weather for not providing any eye-sparing cloud cover, but after a total of 6 hours of sleep over the past three days he was sure as hell going to be annoyed at something. He took another drag from his cigarette andwatched the students flooding by as the bell rang, releasing them for the afternoon. If his intelligence was right, Milk should be passing through here any moment now like clockwork.
The woman had been a constant anomaly in his life in the short time he'd been at the school. On his first day here she'd been the one to show him around which had lead her to physically carry him to the infirmary after he'd... well what he'd done wasn't important. Though after a minor altercation regarding weaponry he'd made the mistake of saying something that was counter to something that she held as a core belief. He didn't know what happened to cause the reaction, but there had been a fire burning behind those big, brown eyes of hers; a complete change from her usual monotonous countenance and voice. What had escalated the situation from surprising to scary had been what happened to her body concurrently. He understood that her power was something to do with strength and by her name, probably bones, but something had writhed and bubbled just beneath her skin when she lost her temper. Something that made her seem horrible and inhuman.
Despite his best attempts to let it go, the encounter still bothered him. Every time he closed his eyes or tried to sleep, he was haunted by that single intense moment of rage burning in her eyes and the angry twisting of muscle and bone beneath her dusky skin. For anybody else he would have simply walked away from the situation and let them be, but something kept nagging him about Milk in particular. Her entire being ran contrary to his. She was strong, he was weak. She was a bastion of calm until she exploded into a ball of fury, whereas he wore his emotions on his sleeve and put on the breaks when things went wrong. She was brutally honest and he was, well, not. She was a rock in the river of chaos that was his life. Hopefully the few days that had passed would be sufficient time for her to forgive him... hopefully.